Sikong Dou resolutely shook his head: No!
Fang Che winked again: Just one sip! A small sip!
Sikong Dou rolled his eyes and turned his head: Not even a drop!
Fang Che couldn't help but say: "One sip isn't enough!"
Sikong Dou turned his head in a rage: "Damn it, even Xue Fuxiao would find one sip enough! And you think it's not!?"
Oh, so that's how it is.
Fang Che rolled his eyes.
I'll deal with your brother first, then I'll come to you.
The increasingly turbulent power of the Infinite Scripture began to operate within Emperor Ye's body.
Gurgle gurgle...
Pus oozed out from the ulcers, and the smell suddenly became even stronger.
"Ugh..."
Sikong Dou retched, and quickly slipped away.
"!!"
The smell burst forth, enveloping Fang Che completely. Having just drunk a sweet beverage, Fang Che felt as if he immediately fell into a cesspit.
And it went over his head.
Fang Che's eyes turned green in an instant!
This damn Sikong Dou... This is your domain.
